Studio LERIAL

What is the picture to the frame?

And who holds it?

Me, You, Dupree

or Auntie?

I saw your eye twitch thrice.

Looking like who shot John.

I want to write to you without words.

He said why’s my face making faces?

Truth leaking out of pores

Out of salty tears and nostrils streaming

with gunk and love.

If I were to encapsulate you that is not love nor loving.

Are we just trying to consume one another with the naivety that we will still have the other?

Of wanting to be separate and one.